Friday, May 26, 2017

S.E.X. Spotlight~ Field of Change by Jacqueline Anne

Field of Change
Book 3 of The Field Series
© Jacqueline Anne 2017
Release Date – May 25, 2017
Fiercely independent café owner Sophia Hudson successfully balances a thriving business with providing a loving home for her son, but when her one true love saunters back into her life, she can no longer guard the truth she hid for years.

Mike Rosen, professional shortstop and known playboy, has recently turned his life around. Arriving in his hometown to visit his sister, he walks into a café, floored to see the woman who broke his heart with a toddler-sized version of himself. Although hurt and angered by Sophia’s deceit, he’s determined to be part of both her and his son’s lives.

While still loving Mike, fear and doubt consume Sophia. Plagued by those uncertainties, she also struggles with Mike’s public life, unwilling to expose their son to it. The resulting emotional roller coaster barrels through love, passion, and pain as both Mike and Sophia accept something needs to change, but is either willing to sacrifice enough before it’s too late?

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STORY EXCERPT
She straightened up. “Actually, I own this place,” she stated with pride. She had worked hard to start a new life and was damn proud of herself.
“What happened in New York City?”
Impatient patrons began to grumble behind him. Sophia really didn’t have time to get reacquainted right now because she was already short-staffed.
She gestured for him to step aside to allow the next person to place their order. He followed her down the long counter until there was an opening.
She felt his eyes examine her. Her brown hair was still long and wavy just like the day she walked away from him, although it was braided today since she was at the café. She was curvier now. Things changed, but she was still healthy—firm in all the right places, soft in others. She knew a lot of girls who battled with their weight in the modeling industry, but she kept practicing healthy eating habits and exercised consistently while never overindulging.
When his eyes gaze traveled back up her body, she tried to mask the array of feelings rolling through her. Exhaustion made it hard—plain and simple. She needed to be strong and get him out of there.
Her bright green eyes met his dark, mysterious ones. “My life changed,” she responded.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son walking toward her. She wished he would be distracted along the way, praying to God she could avoid a conversation she absolutely did not want to have—not now, not ever. She kept her eyes on Mike until little Ryan pulled on the hem of her shirt.
“My crayon broke,” he said with a pouty face.
Sophia crouched down and consoled her son while fetching him a new box of crayons from under the counter. Coloring was his favorite thing to do while Soph was working. She stocked up on coloring books and crayons from the dollar store, and he was a happy camper. He would even give the customers some of his artwork, making them beam with delight. She was truly blessed to have such an amazing child.
“Thanks, Mommy!”
Sophia stood up and nervously smiled, secretly praying Mike wouldn’t ask more questions. Mike was standing there with his mouth gaped opened, completely stunned. It was clear her prayers weren’t going to be answered this time.
“My reason for the change.” She gestured to her son and began wiping the counter, hoping he would take the hint and see she was busy working.
He continued to stand there in shock and she instinctively shook her head, warning him off. She didn’t want to do this now or ever. This wasn’t what she wanted. They were fine. Better than fine.
“How old is he?”
Oh God, it is happening.
Her heart was beating so hard it sounded like thunder pounding in her ears, but Mike stood still, holding his ground, as he not so patiently waited for her to answer.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally replied. “Three.”
The look on Mike’s face displayed a collection of emotions ranging from stunned to angry and everything in between. Her café definitely wasn’t the place, but apparently it was going to be the time, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She tugged on his arm and pulled him out the back door, trying to avoid a scene in front of her customers.
“How could you not tell me?” he spat.
“He’s not your responsibility, Mike. He’s mine,” she affirmed.
Sophia could play it off like he was someone else’s child just as she had been doing all this time. She had stayed off social media once she quit modeling. She knew it would raise a million questions, and she hadn’t been ready to answer them. She still wasn’t. Instead, she practically fell off the face of the earth for a while. She stayed with her mom in Arizona until she decided she wanted to raise Ryan near where she had grown up. It was a charming town with a good, small school system, much smaller than when she went there. Most of the people she knew throughout the years had gone elsewhere as the town quickly become a popular tourist spot. Like her mom, many folks cashed out during the booming real estate market.
Ever since she moved back, she quickly changed the subject about who Ryan’s father was anytime it came up, which wasn’t very often.
Her stomach rolled. No matter how many times she rehearsed this situation possibly happening, nothing could have prepared her for this moment. One look at Mike and her heart was aching all over again.
“And who else’s?” he asked with his arms crossed in front of him, displaying a stern expression of determination.
Her heart hurt so bad she didn’t answer. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Dammit, Soph. Just tell me,” Mike demanded. “Is he mine?”

ADULT EXCERPT
“Stop thinking, Soph,” he protested.
Her eyes were still closed, and he knew her mind was elsewhere
“I’m not—” she stuttered trying to figure out what she should say. How in the world could he still do that? “Dammit,” she cursed under her breath, admitting her guilt.
His smirk grew wider as he sat up. He swiftly yanked her panties down then pulled her on top of him and moved toward the center of the bed. He adjusted her body in one quick motion until her back was on the mattress, centered in between his muscular limbs, her legs draped over his shoulders, her butt against his amazing chest, and his dessert was wide open right in front of his face.
“My tongue is going to chase those thoughts right from your head.”
And did it ever. With one leisurely lick, her mind went blank, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his body on hers.
He always liked this oral sex position with her, as odd as it was. He said he enjoyed being able to hold on to her ass or play with her breasts as he pleased, watch her writhe, and feel her legs quake so close to his head.
He continued to lap at her like a thirsty cat. His tongue occasionally diving into her, then moving to circle her clit.
“Mmm, so wet, Soph. How is it you taste sweeter?”
She giggled at his dirty talk. “Maybe it was the pumpkin roll? The carrot cake?” She paused. “Motherhood?” Her life and womanly parts had changed and there was no denying it.
He grinned against her wet crotch. “It looks good on you,” he tenderly complimented.
Her heart did a little flip. “So do you.”
He kissed her clit a few times, then ran his tongue over it, increasing the force each time. He stopped to lick her, drinking up what had already seeped out of her. He went back to the tight nub, repeating the same tantalizing actions causing her ache to escalate and her toes to curl. He kneaded her ass cheeks, his finger moving closer and closer to her tight hole.
“Mike,” she said breathlessly. God, she wanted him to take all of her, every which way.
He sucked on her clit, harder and harder until she was biting her lip to keep from screaming. Orgasmic tremors ran through her body as he continued to lavish her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she panted, her heart racing from the excitement. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have mind-blowing orgasms. Mike always knew exactly how to take her to the edge and make sure her ride lasted as long as possible.
“You’re gorgeous, Soph. Absolutely stunning.”
She gazed up and saw him grinning, his lips glimmering with her cum.
“Come here,” she said. “Let me have a taste.”
He shifted her legs off his shoulders because she sure as hell couldn’t move them yet. He positioned himself on top of her, their heads now near the bottom of the bed.
She licked his lips. “Mmm.”
He ground his body against hers, letting her feel how hard he was again. “This is what happens every time you moan, woman. I almost had to leave the table during dessert.”
She lifted her hips off the bed, his cock pressing against her clit. He moved over her, her slickness coating him. The question of whether or not they should use a condom came to mind. She had an IUD in, but had he been safe each and every time he was with someone else?
She learned her lesson about the birth control pills she had been on when she got pregnant with Ryan, thus the IUD. Mike may have had some crazy times, but he wasn’t stupid. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her and she would do her very best to not get pregnant again unless it was planned.
They had to establish trust.
As he continued to rub against her, her eyes searched his longing dark brown ones. The passion, the desire, the future she saw there rocked her to the core as the words, “Make love to me,” rolled off her tongue.
He immediately thrust inside her, filling her so perfectly, ecstasy hitting every nerve ending as he moved in and out of her with his arms enveloping her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his hard cock.
“Baby,” he said with bated breath.
He kissed her with so much passion, she was heading toward the edge again. He moved his tongue along her neck, leaving a heated trail as she ran her fingers over his shoulders and back. He pushed up onto his arms so he could cup her breast, then pinch her hard nipple.
“Do that again,” she whimpered.
He moved his attention to her other breast, the sensitive area aching for a little pain and he delivered exactly what she wanted.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, then sat up.
“Ride me, Soph,” he requested, working his magical tongue and teeth on her tits.
She moved her body up and down his shaft. She leaned back, circling her hips. Mike yanked her back close to his body, his hands all over her. His need to have her as close as possible was evident in his urgent touch.
She ground her clit against his pubic bone, aching for another release. Mike’s finger dipped into her puckered hole, the various pressures setting her off. Her orgasm rolled through her as she clenched his cock, milking his pleasure from him simultaneously. Lustful groans filled her room.
She loved watching him peak. Was there anything better than coming at the same time as the man you were in love with?
Yes, she really did still love him. She never stopped.


Field of Passion and Dreams
Book 1 of The Field Series
Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true. He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.
Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off the field, too.
Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.
While they worry about the demands of their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and love.
Will Graham realize his mistakes before it is too late?
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Field of Trust
Book 2 of The Field Series
Buccaneers’ pitcher Tyson Best is captivated by vibrant artist Cece Schmidt, and he is determined to uncover the mystery lurking in her eyes.
Cece knows her one-night rule will never be enough with Tyson. Frustrated with the hold her corrupted family still has over her, Cece can no longer ignore her feelings for Tyson, despite his high-profile career and the life she ran away from. After confessing partial truths about her past, Cece and Tyson begin their secret romance.
Tyson knows they have a strong connection and refuses to let someone special run out on him like his parents did years ago. In order to protect Cece, he seeks the whole truth about her past and in the process unveils crime and terror.
When Cece receives a threat from her uncle, she is desperate to end the fear once and for all—but first, she will have to play a dangerous game.
Will trust and love pull them through?

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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/field-of-trust-the-field-series-2/id1209533203?mt=11

Other books by Jacqueline Anne
·         Sweet Lovers Series: All of You, Letting Go, and Mia Bella Anna
·         Awakening the Willow’s Heart
·         Make Me Forget

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2017 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

S.E.X. Review~ Back Home by R.J. Scott





Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Length: 52,147 words

Blurb

Falling for his brother's boyfriend broke his heart. Now he's back home and falls in love all over again.

One birthday kiss and Kieran realizes he is in danger of falling for his brother’s boyfriend, Jordan. Leaving for college, then moving to another country is the only way to ease the ache in his heart.

But, when his father becomes ill and his sister begs him to come home, Kieran returns for good. He finds the family business nearly bankrupt and Jordan, the man he ran from, beaten down by despair and guilt.

Friendship is what they promise each other as they work to repair the business, but it could never be enough for Kieran. When secrets spill, and there are vital decisions to be made, Kieran realizes two things; he’s back home, and he wants to stay with Jordan for good.

Now he just needs to convince Jordan.


Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Tortured and flawed characters were an integral part of R.J. Scott’s Back Home. Jordan lost his lover in a terrible accident and Kieran lost his brother- yet together the two men must come to terms with not only their loss but their harbored feelings.

I fell for Kieran from the first moment he was introduced. A loving man, with the unfortunate happenstance to love his brother’s partner. The death of Brad didn’t diminish Kieran’s yearnings, only enhanced them and placed him in a precarious situation. Called back home to help salvage the family company, Kieran and Jordan found themselves in the midst of unspoken and unresolved sentiments.

Once the men were able to place their misguided loyalty and fix a few stumbling blocks along the way, the two soared.

The secondary characters were well-written into the fold and added depth and dimension to the overall story.

Ms. Scott delivered sweet and passionate romance of two men who traversed the waters of friends to lovers.

Definite S.E.X.
A five handcuff review



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2017 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Friday, May 19, 2017

S.E.X. Review~ By the Numbers by R.J. Scott




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Paperback: Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Length: 37,400 words

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Sanctuary Series

Guarding Morgan (Book #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK
The Only Easy Day (Book #2) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Face Value (Book #3) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Still Waters (Book #4) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Full Circle (Book #5) Amazon US | Amazon UK
The Journal of Sanctuary One (Book #6) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Worlds Collide (Book #7) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Accidental Hero (Book #8) Amazon US | Amazon UK
Ghost (Book #9) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

Secrets and lies threaten Brandon and Daniel’s new love.

Brandon Hoselton is running scared, finding security in his obsession with patterns and numbers. With his family threatened, he feels he has nowhere left to go, and even considers ending his life to keep them safe. Until Sanctuary, in the shape of the enigmatic Daniel Karnes, gives him a reason to stay alive and offers the possibility of a future free from fear.

Former SEAL Daniel is new to Sanctuary, tasked with watching Brandon, a brilliant geek with way too many secrets. Falling in love with quirky Brandon is easy; now he just has to make sure secrets don’t end up with them both dying.

The only way of destroying Varga is to cut the crime boss’s money, and the two men become part of an intricate take-down involving millions of dollars. But Brandon has a secret he can never share with Daniel, and their new love is at stake.

When the villain has murder in mind, sometimes the only way to stay alive is to lie.


Excerpt

Brandon took down the drapes in his room as soon as he was able to. He could have asked his sisters, but they didn’t know just how badly looking at the geometric pattern in the fabric upset his equilibrium. They knew he was weird; most sisters thought their big brothers were weird. But he also had twitches and nervous tics about certain things, and they’d seen it all, even though his list of crazy was something he could manage now.

They didn’t need to know he’d spent three hours last night counting the squares on the drapes and being irritated to the point of stimming that they weren’t even and the stitching was wrong. And Jesus, stimming—having to move his fingers, loosen his muscles, anything to ground himself—he hadn’t done that in years.

And hell if he was going to ask Daniel into his room to help him, because Daniel was someone Brandon did not want in his space. Not taking down drapes, or talking to him, or even breathing near him. There was only so much of Daniel that Brandon could take, because when he was anywhere near him, he lost his ability to form coherent sentences. He didn’t have time to have these powerful feelings of lust that kept hitting him.

Like the time he and Daniel had met on the landing and Daniel had been in just a towel. They’d only been together a few days, but Daniel was funny, and sexy, and dangerous, and exactly everything Brandon should be avoiding in his life.

He had way too much to worry about, and a date written in his memory that he wouldn’t forget any time soon. The deal he had—to stay alive, to hide himself away, and then to present himself to Varga—was just about the only thing that filled his thoughts.

Varga thought that, on a given date, Brandon would join him in his huge mansion, pull together all the funds Varga had hidden in various places, and then join him in whatever country the US didn’t have an extradition treaty with.

Like hell he would. He was meeting with Varga, getting all his money, dispersing it to the right causes, and sending any intel he could get out to the authorities.

And then Varga would kill him for doing that.

Inevitable, really, and something he’d come to terms with. He’d blown his chance to do this when he’d worked for Varga, so he had to make up for it. He was doing the right thing.

He’d been biding his time in Hope, but had been unfortunate to be scooped up by Sanctuary. He just needed to work out a way to get away from them, and in particular Daniel, but he had about ten days to go yet until that magic date when Varga had decided he would be leaving the country.

For now, Sanctuary was safe for him and his sisters.

So yeah, choosing to avoid having Daniel in his room, with his probing questions and his distracting body, was an easy decision to make in among all that crap.

The only downside was that it meant he had to take the drapes down himself.

Trying to shoot himself hadn't gone so well; instead of being dead and gone, he had a through shot and muscle damage which hurt like knives in his skin. He waited until day four, when the pain in his shoulder had lessened to the point where he could at least manage to get out of bed and to the window but he couldn’t handle looking at those drapes any longer.

Today he actually felt capable of dealing with drapes he didn’t need anyway. There were blinds at the windows, and behind the blinds each window was coated so you could see out but no one could see in. He pushed the offending fabric under the bed and clambered back to a standing position, wincing in pain as he banged his shoulder, and sat on the edge of his bed.

The drapes were still there—he could picture them under the bed—and exasperated, he lay back on the mattress and attempted to think of something else. Blue skies, blue mugs, blue eyes. Anything blue, because it was a color that calmed him.

He lasted about a minute.

Huffing, he rolled up carefully and reached under the bed, pulling out the drapes and screwing them into a ball. Opening his door, he threw them out onto the landing, not even checking if anyone was standing there.

Daniel. Of course it would be Daniel, who reacted like a ninja and had the drapes under submission in seconds.

Once they were dead, or at least overpowered with some sort of karate move, Brandon felt like he should apologize.

“My bad,” he said, and shut the door in Daniel’s face.

He expected the knock, but hadn’t quite decided what he was going to say to Daniel when he came in. Maybe if he ignored the request to enter and said nothing, then Daniel might go away.

Daniel knocked again, and this time instead of waiting for Brandon to say he could come in, he pushed his way in, looking irritable. He was shirtless, his hair wet—evidence of a recent shower—his sweats hanging low on his hips and every muscle deliciously tight and toned.

“What the hell, Brandon?” he asked, his dark eyes angry, his lips in a set line. He wasn’t holding the drapes, so Brandon counted that as a win.

“I didn’t want them up at my window,” Brandon explained, and eased himself down into the chair by his bed. He was most comfortable there; he could see out the window and it was easier to keep the pressure off his injury.

“So you decided to throw them in my face?” Daniel sounded less pissed and more confused about getting fabric in his face.

Brandon indicated the door. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were there.” Then he couldn’t resist, “And you heroically subdued them so fast, I knew you could handle the danger.”





Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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By the Numbers by R.J. Scott delivered everything a reader would want in her Sanctuary series- fast paced and sexy men.

Brandon was a numerical genius-thoughts playing out digits in his head. Daniel was Sanctuary’s newest member and a bad-a$$ with a hankering for the lovely numbers geek. Together, the two men created a synergy of intrigue, daring, and love.

Ms. Scott brought two very different men together and created a wonderful tale centered around cyber war with an ease that left no doubt of her research and investment in her characters.

Brandon and Daniel radiated chemistry as a couple; personally and professionally. They were endearing and light as they traversed difficult times in order to come out better on the other side.

The secondary characters, Brandon’s sisters, were a lovely addition and as always, the appearances by the men of Sanctuary only enhanced the appeal of the book.

Many happy endings have found their way into Ms. Scott's series and By the Numbers left this reader with a smile on her face and a wistfulness in my heart.
Always a favorite.

Definite S.E.X.
A five handcuff review


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2017 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.